As the index tells us the contents of stories and directs to the particular chapter, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality of the soul; and there cannot be a more evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor, degenerate, dunghilly blood and breeding than a rude, unpolished, disordered, and slovenly outside.

A willing mind makes a hard journey easy.

But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.

Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.

My dancing days are past.

Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.

Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.